All Chapters of Reborn for the Lycan king : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria’s POV Inside lay a gown of midnight silk, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like starlight. Elegant, regal, and powerful.“I want you to wear this tonight,” he said simply.And as if that wasn’t enough, he brought out a second gift, a bouquet of white lilies, their fragrance rich and heady.Heat rose to my cheeks before I could stop it.“I ruined your flower date the other day, so I thought to get you one.”“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, cursing under my breath as my fingers brushed the flowers.But when I dared glance up, his gaze was fixed on me, steady and unyielding, as though waiting for something more than thanks.And gods help me, for one reckless heartbeat, I almost gave it.The box still lay heavy in my arms, the gown gleaming like starlight beneath my fingers. I should have been breathlessly grateful, any other woman in my shoes would have been breathless at such a gift. But instead, I lifted my chin, squaring my shoulders.“I already picked a dress,”

Aria’s POV The hall erupted in Gasps, cries, murmurs breaking into a roar as people lurched to their feet. Chairs scraped against stone, dishes clattered to the floor. I froze, every muscle in my body locking in disbelief.Shot dead? Now? How?“No.” The word left my lips before I could think. My pulse hammered, heat flooding my chest. I pushed up from the table, ready to run.But Eros was faster, his hand clamped firmly around my wrist. “You’re not going down there.” His voice was steady, but the storm in his eyes betrayed him.“I have to,” I hissed, wrenching against his grip. “You don’t understand. That man, he knew something and he tried to warn me about it. But I didn’t get everything out of him. If he’s dead, then...”“Then it’s too late? I understand, but it could be a trap. Let the betas do their job, Aria.” Eros snapped, his voice low enough only I could hear. He leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “If someone shot him inside our cells, it means the perpetrator is

Aria’s POV Daniella stood near one of the pillars, her posture far too stiff for her usual bubbly self. And she wasn’t alone. Elara leaned in close, the two of them whispering fast, their heads almost touching.I narrowed my eyes and strode closer.“What are you two doing?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.They flinched as though struck as Daniella’s eyes darted wide, while Elara quickly plastered on a smile, too sweet to be real. “Aria! Our Luna! You startled us,” Elara laughed lightly, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “We were just talking, nothing serious.”“Yes, nothing serious at all,” Daniella chimed in, her laugh a bit too high-pitched. “You know us, we can talk about the silliest things.” She looped her arm through mine, giving me an affectionate peck on the cheek. “You should join us more often. We miss our girl talk.”She continued, but their smiles didn’t erase the suspicion crawling up my spine. You see, in my past life Daniella and Elara weren’t so close. They

Aria’s POV Heat flooded my cheeks as I yanked at my hand, scowling. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you.”A rough laugh slipped from his throat, the sound cracking but still warm. “Liar.”I glared at him, folding my arms. “You’ve got a lot of nerve collapsing in the middle of the hall and making everyone panic. Next time, at least warn me so I can bring a pillow for when you decide to be dramatic.”His eyes softened, though his smile remained faintly amused. “I’ll try to remember that. But admit it, you were scared I'd leave you alone.”I looked away, my jaw tight. My throat ached with the truth I refused to speak.He shifted slightly, the movement slow but intentional, until his arm curled weakly around my waist and pulled me closer. I gasped, caught off-guard, but his warmth and the solidity of him made my chest squeeze painfully.“Aria,” he murmured, his breath brushing my temple. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me. Not now, not ever. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Aria’s POV I stood frozen, my breath ragged, fury trembling through me. I turned to see Eros still fighting the men. Blood streaked down his arm, his shirt torn across the shoulder, but his movements were still lethal, every swing of his blade, every strike of his fists precise and devastating. A man lunged at him from behind, and in a blink, Eros spun, claws flashing, raking across the attacker’s chest. The scream that tore out made the hairs on my neck rise.But there were too many of them, so we were outnumbered. A scream tore through the night and what I saw frightened me. Another wolf came at him with a blade glinting in the moonlight. Eros caught the strike with his bare hand, twisted, and snapped the man’s wrist like a twig. His roar echoed through the trees, primal, and terrifying. He slammed his foe into the dirt, leaving nothing but a broken heap behind.I lunged forward, fury burning me alive. My dagger sliced through the air, catching one of them across the thigh. He h